( a shift, nudging the fabric of his shirt up enough that her lips can brush, ever so gentle, against the skin beneath. it's a gesture that's less than flirtatious — the soft press of her mouth to his sternum is almost reverent, gratitude in each touch. i'm glad you're here, said without saying. )
( the sensation is familiar. how many times have his hands coursed through her hair, twirling strands around his fingertips until they splay out, taut against her scalp? more than she can count. but it's never felt quite so careful. his hands have never brushed quite so softly against the nape of her neck, and the newness of the sensation sends the slightest of chills down her spine in return. )
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Stay with me. ( tonight, for a start. ) Please.
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I'll try not to scare you again. Just in case we have another blizzard.
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Promise?
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[he nods as he shifts to press a kiss to her forehead. after a long moment later, he settles back down.]
You've got me. Now rest.